Tuesday, December 14, 2010

the actual progress

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Curly:When we on one rollin' tru da hood,
Red Bone, aint no truf misunderstood.
You set up in my big body wif All Days Flossin'
My ride be dripping and it is all good.

Chicken heads and Hos bet jus scurry
My P-ride bumpin base dat'l bury
My P-ride Bumpin base Dat'l bury de rest on my block

My Rims Bling cause I drops da cheddar
If you holla "shotty" den you sittin on some leathar
Crack heads dat triffle find dat dey gettin deader cause my 9 go pop

My anchors be choppin' an dey 24k,
an even at night dey glowin'
My windows so tinted dat even in the day, you ain't even know where you goin.

Aftermarket halogens a grinnin',
You my shawty like I said in duh beginnin'
Get dat badonk in my ride get to sinnin' or it's time to hop
Out my P-ride bumpin base out beside the pawn shop

Eller: Is it tru yo Woofers 15 inch?
Curly: Bitch you know dem shits are 15 inch.
Laurey: Does it really have a Custom Crome wrap Package?
Curly: Yes it's Chrome, a sure as you my wench.

below is untranslated, I will be coming back to work it through... That is the first part... then memorizing and figuring out a scooby filtered Borat... Hmm I don't know, I might have to make two versions, a Pure Borat word structure with some ebonics thrown in (a la his trip to ATL in the movie) and then simply scooby voice that. it's not easy....


All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surry
When I take you out in the surry with the fringe on top.
When we hit that road, hell-for-leather
Cats and dogs will dance in the heather
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,
The cows'll moo in the clover
The river will ripple out a whispered song,
And whisper it over and over
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
Don't you wish you'd go on forever And you'd never stop?
In that shiny little surry With the fringe on the top.
I can see the stars gittin' blurry
When we ride back home in the surry
Ridin' slowly home in the surry With the fringe on top
I can feel the day gettin' older
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder Till it falls kerplop.
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill
The moon is takin' a header.
And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still
A lark'll wake up in the meader.
Hush, you bird. My baby's a sleepin'
Maybe got a dream worth a keepin'
Whoa, you team an' jist keep a creepin' At a slow clip, clop.
Don't you hurry little Surry With The Fringe On the Top.

work in progress

Once upon I time, I fancied myself an actor. Late one night over some beverages, my friend Margarita challenged me to do the following to Surrey with the fringe on Top of Oklahoma fame by Rodgers and Hammerstein
1. Translate this song into Ebonics. (with possible modernizations if it seems a good choice artistically)
2. Learn to sing it in a voice whereby Borat is talking like Scooby Do. Or is it, Scooby Do talking like Borat?

I can't recall, but I Will do which ever seems the most appropriate.
This should prove quite challenging. I have been given march as my deadline to deliver.
This is just me writing it down and holding myself to the fire about it. Below are the original Lyrics, the next post will be the original lyrics at first, and then I will edit them over time.

Curly:When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be
You will set behind a team of snow-white horses
In the slickest gig you'll ever see.
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top
Watch that fringe an' see how it flutters
When I drive them high-steppin' strutters
Nosy pokes will peak through their shutters and their eyes will pop!
The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather.
With eisenglass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather
Two bright side-lights winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin'
You can keep yer rig if yer thinkin' that I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny little surry with the fringe on the top
Eller:Would you say the fringe was made of silk?
Curly:Wouldn't have no other kind but silk
Laurey:Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
Curly:One's like snow, the other's more like milk.
All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surry
When I take you out in the surry with the fringe on top.
When we hit that road, hell-for-leather
Cats and dogs will dance in the heather
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,The cows'll moo in the clover
The river will ripple out a whispered song,
And whisper it over and over
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
And you'd never stop?
In that shiny little surry With the fringe on the top.
I can see the stars gittin' blurry
When we ride back home in the surry
Ridin' slowly home in the surry With the fringe on top
I can feel the day gettin' olderFeel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder Till it falls kerplop.
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill
The moon is takin' a header.
And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is stillA lark'll wake up in the meader.
Hush, you bird. My baby's a sleepin'Maybe got a dream worth a keepin'
Whoa, you team an' jist keep a creepin' At a slow clip, clop.
Don't you hurry little Surry With The Fringe On the Top.